The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-12-20
"wlLL PAPA COME TONIGHT. MAaMAr'
NJ FELIX.

ny FELIX.
Mines Augaestcd fiom reading Of hurt Arnold's
poem. "Papas Boy"
WIT papa come to night, mamma,
PM tired OF waiting so;
My hat has hung by the chimney side
Full four long days ago,
When ran to peep within door,
BY the mornings early light.
oh see II now; but say, mamma,
VIII papa como to-nighti
WIN papa come tonight. mammal
see the snow 10 on the hill;
The Ice must be three inches thick
Down on the meadow rlll.
heard you say TO him last night
That was sick In bed;
didn't mean to hear, mamma,
And some medicine, you said
Oh, II papa wouldn't drink, mamma,
should be so full OF glee;
could tell the boys and girls at school
What papa's done for me;
I'd give them toys and lend them books.
And make their life so glad;
For God, you say, takes back his gifts
When little boys arc bad.
\nd won't you let me 60, mamma,
Upon my next birthday,
YAnd carry something warm and rirs
TO poor old Widow Grayi
I'll leave the basket near the door,
just inside the garden gate.
VIII papa come tonight mammal
II seems so long to walt
An angel came last night. mamma;
Oh, awhim In my sleep!
His dress was white rs snow, Thought.
But say, mamma, what makes you wrepl
IN his hands lie held little shroud.
Yes, n shroud, and nothing more
And little coffin, made for me,
Was standing on the floor.
And 1t seemed so very strange, indeed,
To find such gifts, instead
or all the toys want so much,
My story books and sled.
While wondered what It meant,
You came, with fearful JOY
Aud said: They 30 first we love best;
God caleth thee, my boy"
But thought 1t all dream, mamma,
And now know II must be trnc;
But, mamma, I've been 50 bad boy
That papa stays away from you;
don't know what mamma you'll do
When am laid 10 rest
You'll have no little Wiliic's head
10 fold upon your breast.
VIII papa come tonight, mammal
Lay your head against my cheek,
Anl raise my head little more;
It's so hard for me TO speak.
You needn't buy my skates and sled,
For cannot 20 aud slide;
Before 10 morrow's sun is up,
III be on the other side.
shall not want the skates, mamma,
Nor my little trundlc bed;
Give them both to Tommy Smith,
Who hit me on the head.
He used to hide my books away,
And tear INV pictures, too;
Please tell him now that forgive him, ma,
As then tried 10 do.
WIN papa come tonight, mamma,
And see me In my ro0ml
don't th;Es papa heard me ask
For just another June.
know I've been naughty boy
And made you too much care;
know that you'll not lay II I'D, ma,
When am over there.
There's one thing more-my pretty pets
mamma,
My robin and my dove
! give them to YOU and papa dear,
And, teach them how to love.
And there's nv rake and little hoe
You'll find them both nicely laid, ma
Away up on the garrett floor.
The place where last played.
know, dear mamma, you will keep
The summer flowers green,
And plant few--don't cry, mamma
Only rose or two, mean.
When Pm asleep I'll sleep so sweet
There beneath the apple tree,
Where you and Robin In the morn, ma,
Can come and sing to me.
Hank Papa's come tonight, mamma,
But his eyes they are SO wild,
Come kiss your Willie, papa, dear,
\ Come and kiss your dying child.
AIf l-low cold 1t seems, how dark
Come and kiss Inc. cannot see;
D, papa's come to night mamma,
And God has come for me.